I must just blog my dream, if only because appearing in Jan and my dreams will probably make Alison feel, well, special ;~)
I had this odd dream that Alison Portico had appeared on the front cover of the Daily Mirror under the headline “Stop the Momma” ranting about lack of funding for home educators. Each of her comments went something like “Do we get free workbooks? Do we heck as like???!!!???!!!” or something similar. The whole thing had led to a riot with black clad mummies, including me, who was armed with a gun but was skulking in the back of an art shop vandalising art oil pastels because i knew if i went outside my arms (with new tattoo!) would get sliced off.
This doesn’t appear to go too well with my new forceful “in my thirties” image. So far this week i’ve shouted at a grandad for spraying water in mine and Josie’s face and yesterday i surpassed myself by accosting a family in the CP restaurant after their little boy picked up Fran’s £1 coin when she dropped it, stuck it in his pocket and slunk off. Now, fair enough it was only a quid and fair enough she had dropped it but it was in a restaurant play area and they were the only kids in there, so you might think a boy of 8 would think it right to ask if anyone had dropped it. But he didn’t and i saw him and Fran was crying, so i went and asked for it back. His mum was a bit mortified though. But i don’t see why Fran should lose a quid because i’m too British to go and ask for it back.
God knows what’s going to happen if i carry on like that. I’ll be verging on confrontational by 40 :~)